 Puppymill Poem!
AN ANGEL CALLING CARD
By Maria Lelinho
A feather fell out of the sky
and landed at my feet;
I wasn’t sure what it was for
but thought it kind of neat.
I paid no mind and thought no more
Of what just happened here;
I continued on my merry way
my conscience and mind clear.
That day I learned of puppy mills
which breed sickness, death and fear;
How awful are the conditions
that these dogs must live each year.
And only are the lucky ones
that aren’t sick or killed;
That will be spared a life of hell
and escape the puppy mill.
It was only then I realized
That the feather was my calling;
It wasn’t luck or happenstance
that caused it to be falling.
God had specially summoned me
to help his voiceless ones;
He gave me strength and fed my hope
Now I do what must be done.
I help save lives, find them homes
and keep them safe and free;
Not just once and not just twice
but everyday you see.
I fight the cause in dire hopes
that puppy mills will cease;
But never again and until that day
will rescue angels live in peace.
I now know what an angel is
and how they came to be;
They are those that rescue puppies
from a life of hell and misery.
Every rescue angel
earns its wings by doing right;
In fighting for the puppies
And enduring for their plight.
Only God makes angels
and he does it every day;
He gently calls each one aside
in his special way.
He may send a feather down
and hope they realize;
And if they do they will become
an Angel in God’s eyes.
Next time you see a feather,
think long and deep and hard,
It just may be God sending you
An angel calling card.
Copyrighted 7/6/01 |